Just about all of the characters and themes of this story do not belong to me, they belong to the almighty JK Rowling

This is a story about a witch and her relationship with the Marauders and the people around them. I plan for it to go through the marauder's 7 years at Hogwarts, and then in future years up until Sirius's death. Other than that, I have no real idea where this story is gonna go, so suggestions are always welcome.

Lydia came up the steps and stood at the door to twelve Grimmauld Place. It was the first time that she had seen the house in years. Her last visit had ended on somewhat less than happy terms. Taking a deep breath, not knowing what she would find behind the door, she knocked sharply instead of ringing the doorbell, as Remus had advised her not to. The door opened and she was greeted by a stout, older woman with flaming red hair and kind eyes. Behind Mrs. Weasley stood a tall, gangly man with the same color hair, a young woman with pink hair, and another, shy looking man with short dark hair and numerous scars about his face. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Tonks, and Remus all enveloped her into one fierce bear hug, forcing Lydia to drop all of her belongings on the floor.

Sirius watched the happy greetings from the hallway, leaning against the doorjamb and observing the woman who had just walked in the door. She looked older, the signs of weariness clear on her face, but she was still as beautiful as he remembered. Her hair had been allowed to grow out, and now the soft, honey brown curls fell loosely at her shoulders. The body that had been almost too soft as a girl was athletic yet feminine, just as it had been when he last saw her, but he was discomforted by the black circles beneath her eyes, especially knowing that it was probably partly his doing. Her eyes, just shades darker than her hair, were warm for her friends, but wore traces of pain and wariness behind them, partly his doing as well. His thoughts were interrupted when those deep brown eyes turned to meet his. A mixture of shock, disbelief, and rapture took the place of the warm happiness.

His hair was long and just a little on the shabby side. Lydia could see that he was in better health since his time in Azkaban, as he wasn't as gaunt as he had been on the wanted poster she'd seen in the local pubs. He had been watching her with his dark brown eyes; she had felt them on her, taking her in. He was still as handsome as she remembered, and still managed to take her breath away, even after 14 years. The others in the room got quieter and slowly inched away, giving the two people their space. Sirius straightened up from the doorway, and slowly walked towards her. She mimicked his steps, going faster and faster until they grasped each other into a tight embrace. Sirius closed his eyes and pulled her tighter, letting her familiar, calming scent take over his senses. Lydia couldn't believe it, after 14 years of loneliness the man she loved was once again in her arms, here and solid, not just a dream. They just stood there, holding each other for a few minutes before they spoke. She pulled away just enough so that she could look into his eyes. There she found sadness, joy and rapture gathering. She ran her hands over his face, re-memorizing every crease, every plane.

"I can't believe it," she whispered, "you're really here."

"I know," he answered softly and leaned in to kiss her. It was meant to be a hello kiss, short and sweet. But it soon became much more as all of the feelings that had been welled up for the past 14 years came to the surface. She felt his tongue trace her lips and opened them to deepen the kiss. They stood there for what seemed like eternity before they remembered the people in the hall watching. They broke away, smiling embarrassedly.

"You're crying," he whispered gently.

"So are you," she answered.

"Sirius," Mrs. Weasley cut in, "Why don't you take Lydia and her bags to her room."

"It would be my pleasure," he replied with a roguish grin, becoming more and more like his old self by the second. Lydia took the arm he offered and picked up her bags.

"Dinner is at six o'clock, so make sure you're down in time," Mrs. Weasley reminded.

Lydia and Sirius climbed the stairs to her room in contented silence. They stopped at a door, and he pushed it open to reveal a medium sized room with a big, double bed and private bathroom.

"It's not much," he told her, "but it's comfortable. And," he continued, grinning again, "you can always come and share my room if you'd like." She sighed and set down her bags, staring at Sirius with warmth and affection.

"I've missed you so much," her voice was now choked up with fresh tears.

"I know, I know," he comforted, taking her gently into his arms.

"So many nights I've dreamed about this. Seeing you again, touching you, feeling you around me. Sometimes the loneliness was almost too much to bear, but now, finally seeing you, holding you, it's better than any dream," she blurted out.

He pulled away and cupped her face in his hands and stared at her, "You weren't the only one dreaming about this," and kissed her lightly on the forehead, "So, I know you've been filled in on my adventures, but what have you been up to for the past fourteen years?" He sat down on the bed and patted the place beside him, indicating her to sit. So she proceeded to tell him all about her life. How she had lived that first year alone, depressed and in despair. How she had pulled herself out of that despair and got another job as an Auror with the Ministry of Magic. And finally how she had been contacted by Dumbledore in Romania and had come here straight away when she learned of the Dark Lord's rising. By the time she was finished, it was six o'clock. The clock chime brought Sirius out of his daze; he had been listening to every word, of course, and had heard it all. But he had gotten lost in watching her, just remembering all of her little quirks and mannerisms. Like the way she bit her lip when she was nervous, or the way she tended to run out of breath when talking about something important, or the way she moved her hands as she spoke and her eyebrows moved expressively with the words.

"I guess we should get down to dinner," she said, standing and holding out a hand for Sirius.

"Yea," he said, taking her hand, "you can get filled in on anything you don't already know. And," he paused, "you'll get to see Harry."

She sighed, remembering the son of her two best friends, "I haven't seen him since he was a baby."

"He's grown into a fine young man, looks just like his father," Sirius said proudly.

"Well," she said, "Then we should get down right away."

Okay, this is my first fan fiction, after reading so many I finally built up the couraget to post my own. If you actually read this, which i doubt, the next chapters are gonna be flashbacks to Lydia's days at Hogwarts. Please R&R!!!